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My Umbrella


    

The sun was hot, the wind hotter
but I clung to my umbrella.
Water was scarce, thirst filled my being
but I clung to my umbrella.

Death approached, but so did Hope
but I clung to my umbrella.
The clouds thickened, water did spill
but I clung to my umbrella.

Dry I kept, as the storm did pass
but I clung to my umbrella.
In the desert I died, my fist in resist
as I clung to my umbrella.

 

And Agrippa said to Paul, “In a short time would you persuade me to be a Christian?” (Act 26:28)
 

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So sad :( but so true. 

It makes you stop, think and pray for those you know who are like the man in this poem.

Thanks, Yowm for sharing it with us.

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